Vontaylor - The Wild Lyrics

I'm too young to be frontin' how I feel
When I was born it was nineteen-ninety-real
From where I stand I don't see a ceiling
Rain or shine bitch it's TAYLOR season
Don't let distraction be your great escape
Thats why I hit my niggas up just to motivate
Young G's coming up together
And the backwoods pack don't even last an hour, Férina
It's the Mister Disney kid pop killer
No filter, but they'll invite that boy to family dinner
Keeping my business, my business
If we don't par thats cause my heart was never f*cking in it
Ugh, watch me slap it up from start to finish
Ugh, these niggas bitchin' they get slapped like bitches
In front of everybody, no one missed it
But anyway, back to the money
I'm Puff Daddy working for it
Niggas still broke, that's american horror stories
Jeez, the dreams is Miles Davis deep
Why? people my age ain't nothing more than sheep
Why? f*ck boys act like a whore in heat
Why? bitches on the strip is getting more discreet
Had to make the old man my enemy
The more I look at him, the less I see
What's a critic? can't let the bullshit bother you
I'm strictly focussed on the form and the follow-through
All-seeing, it's all within you, you feel it, live it
Cause real niggas set they own limits, Férina
Clipse grindin' nigga, up late up early
F*ck your timing nigga, take it from you when I'm ready
Shit is gnarly, Phil be grindin' 'til Purcells dirty
I'm unruly momma never raised no average pickney
Different then the niggas I got rolling wit me
But them boys would lay in traffic for me
Loyalty until I'm up with Whitney
I go Wiggin's with it, acting like your favorite rookie
The real North Hollywood the secrets over
Film trucks on every street corner
All these f*cking winters made a bunch of winners
Boy you either with it or you up against us
Hit 'Sauga for our Pho tradition
I'm wit my homies, heart throbs from the television
I'm going back to Cali with a bigger vision
He on the come up too, booking movies, bout to kill it
Young and dumb, I use to beg some niggas just to listen
You know, the Kings of Coincidences
Dog I been stealing flows from myself
When really I never needed the help
F*ck the clothes, see my city through these J Pollock flows
Don't let these old niggas speak bout what a young boy know
Matt Mogul, Brooklyn hanging out the Porsche window
Let that young boy grow, it's just Von and The Co
Pussy boy you'd be naive to think your competition's staying idle
Dog, survival is survival
I hate to put this in an open letter
You ain't the only one that's getting better
I'm flying just for dinner with the Gods of Gotham
Rappers, can't even make a living back where I'm from
So you don't just sign when you rap this good
They fed the wolf but he's back in the woods, you feel me